AN. As said before, read the fanfic version if you want baby finny with butt fur, or AO3 if you want him without.
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Chapter 4: Potty mouth.
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Finnick felt the baby carrier in get pulled up and swung about as Nick and Judy walked out of the complex. There was a flash of light as they went outside, but peeking his head out he could only look at what was behind and to the side of him, not where he was going.
The soon became apparent as he was dropped into the waiting seat of a taxi, his chair getting buckled in.
He frowned.
The only wall he could see was the back of the seat above him, and the roof of the car. A rear facing seat, go figure.
And now officer Bunny cop.
He frowned, things had to get worse. "Uck… U!" he cursed at her, the damn restraints in his mouth stopping the swear words from coming out.
Nick leaned in too, frowning. "Right, little Toot Toot, that's your mouth getting washed out when we get back."
Finnick look at him too. "Uck… U oo!"
"Twice then," he said, before leaning in, filling Finn's vision. His finger came up in a warning, before pressing down on the fennec's forehead. "I don't want to see you trying to say any more bad words, you understand!" he scolded. "Or you'll be in serious trouble"
"O uck ur..all!"
Nick looked to Judy, and back to Finnick. "I hope you're happy, you just earned yourself a third washout, and a spanking."
Finnick frowned, before opening his mouth to speak. He felt Nick's paw come over his mouth and close it before he could.
"Finnick Faux!" Nick almost shouted, scolding him. "I told you not to do something multiple times, but you did. If you keep on doing this, you'll be in-line for a whole host of attitude adjustments when we get home. I advise, for your sake, that you shut your mouth now and save yourself from a lot of trouble."
Finnick narrowed his eyes and, as the hand was taken from his mouth, he shouted out."Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! Uck U! A Uuuuuuuuuuck U!"
He was mad, and though he couldn't pronounce F's, not that his restrained tongue was beginning to ache from trying, he was damned if he wasn't going to try. He even raised both paws, giving them the middle finger in his mits.
"Judy," Nick said, looking over to her. "I think the baby is in more trouble than he could ever imagine. I want to state that I'd never do any of what's going to happen if this was a real child, but this one deserves it and should know better."
"Understood," the bunny nodded.
"And I think the baby is cranky, and needs a feed."
"Indeed," Judy replied.
Before Finnick could react, he felt Nick grab his muzzle. He strained and struggled to keep it closed, but the large foxes grip was too great. He also strained against his restraints, but the straps keeping him down cut into him as he pushed up.
Judy pulled out a bottle and mixed a pre-set amount of formula into it. Shaking it up, she waited for Nick to open Finnick's mouth slightly before ramming it in.
The nipple filled his mouth, and even as he tried to push it out of him he felt the liquid drip in. It tasted like normal milk, but a bit richer and sweeter.
He frowned, still refusing to suckle.
"A rule of our house is that, if you don't drink your liquids, you don't get your diapee changed," Nick said, before reaching down and tapping the underside of the fennec's sole garment. "And believe me, you'll want this diapee changed soon."
Judy let go of the bottle, and he spat it out.
He struggled a bit more, before deciding to remain silent.
The car drive carried on, stopping and starting, not really going anywhere.
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Looking down, he studied the damn diaper he'd been taped into. It looked… like a diaper. It was plain white, with two slightly yellow elastic tabs sticking up at the front. Overall, it felt little different to when he was in his underwear, given that his fur was between him and it. Soft, maybe a bit squishy if he wiggled too hard. The back and the area between his legs was being pushed into him, thanks to the car seat and its strap respectively.
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He felt a cramp in his stomach.
It wasn't the first, but it was nasty.
He shook a bit in his seat, and clenched tighter.
Things were getting more painful though.
Another shock of discomfort, and he squirmed, holding tighter. He realised with alarm that he could actively feel something pushing down, and that if he could he'd be running for the toilet ten seconds ago.
Another one, more painful.
He held on tighter, groaning. His whole face winced up and his body contorted, as the spasm wracked him. Something really wanted to get out, and he was not going to let it.
Another agonising cramp.
Then another.
Actively painful, making him want to rub his stomach so as to get it away. It was intense, all consuming, and he sobbed as another hit him.
But he wasn't going to let them win. He wasn't! He was…
There was a loud fart, and he felt it blast its way through. A splatter of stickiness suddenly covered his diaper, feeling hot and gross as some of it worked up through his fur and onto hisskin. His eyes opened up in alarm, and that loss of concentration opened up the floodgates. He could already feel something huge, hard and round push through, a massive log that stretched his buttocks open and rammed against the seat of his diaper, before stopping.
Another wave of pain made him flinch, his body stuck in an uncomfortable position. His turd stuck half in and half out, being rammed in by his diaper and the seat below. He squirmed and shook though, desperate for relief. The stink was already coming up, making him wince, but he pushed himself away from the crotch strap and into the biting shoulder straps, trying to give his turd more room to escape.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
It actually hurt real bad, his body still pushing and aching, but the stuff in it had no place to go. He wiggled up and down, sobs beginning to come from his eyes, as the whole thing finally tilted upwards and got forced out. He felt blessed relief as it was curled up the front of his diaper, smushing against his sheath, before several smaller logs came out behind it.
He felt another fart come through and pushed. This time, mushy crap shot out from beneath him. Exhausted, and his weight pushing him back on the strap, he felt it goop out into a large mat, sticking grossly to his fur.
Another wave of cramps, and he felt blistering hot liquid shoot out of him. It flowed grossly through the mushy stuff, before settling on the underside, even making its way up towards his tail. He squirmed and whimpered as it spread, before slowly stopping, the liquid absorbed by the diaper. It was still a real nasty stickiness though, and it pulled at him whenever he moved.
He felt another grumble, and a second wave of liquid shot out, making him whimper and cry as it was slowly contained.
He breathed in and out deeply, even though he felt exhausted from the sudden ordeal. Tears flowed down him, and he just wanted to curl up into a ball, now that it was all over.
"Looks like little Toot Toot just worked that diaper," Nick said.
"Shame he won't get a change until he's drunk his liquids," Judy said, holding the bottle out.
The diaper was hot, and sticky, and gross and uncomfortable and it stank. He had what felt like tar on his backseat, gunk beneath him, and a hot hard turd laying on his front, just taunting him.
He reached for the bottle and began sucking it. The milk squirted out with each suck, and he hated how they'd won, but he wasn't going to lay in the crap any longer than he wanted to. It's sweetness and richness covered his whole mouth, even as he actively swallowed it down, until it was all gone.
"One bottle down," Judy said, and Finnick's eyes widened with alarm as a bottle of water came out.
"Ow a…y," he despaired, before having his mouth plugged by the rubber teat.
"As many as we say," the bunny said, before leaning in and smushing his nose. Finnick pulled in a growl, but kept on sucking. The water cleared out his mouth, and started to fill him up, until he'd emptied the second bottle.
Almost immediately, a second milk one was pushed in. He drank it, feeling stuffed at the end.
Plain water again, and it was getting uncomfortable.
When a third milk bottle came out, he groaned and look away, whimpering.
"Last one, little Toot Toot," Nick said happily. "Be a big boy and drink up."
Though he felt sick, he let the bottle be placed in his mouth. Sucking it, the liquid came out, but the sickliness was starting to make him wish he could spit it out. His diaper was still disgusting though, so he drank, forcing it down him, even as drool and milk leaked from his mouth. By the end, he was despairing, wishing it was over.
Finally, it was.
He felt the nipple come out, and he groaned, rubbing his paws along his swollen, aching stomach. He even felt a bit queasy, and let out a large burp.
"Seems like little Finny has some wind," Nick said, before reaching over. Finnick watched as the carrying handle swung up over him, and the whole seat was lifted up. "We're here now though, welcome to your new home!"
They exited the taxi, Finnick facing forwards, and he watched as they entered the lobby of the apartment and made their way into the lift. They pressed the button and the whole thing began moving, and Finnick, looking forwards, saw his own reflection in the mirror.
"Wanna look at yourself?" Nick asked, tilting the baby carrier forwards. Finnick's eyes widened as he saw himself revealed. There were the babyish mits, his bare fur with messy coatings of milk and gunk around his mouth, and his diaper, brown and stuffed with crap.
They exited the lift and made their way to the door. Finnick saw his carrier get placed down and Nick unlock him, before picking him up. His paw between his legs, the fennec wiggled and squirmed as his weight was focussed onto his poop, ramming into him harder and making it spread through his body.
Nick looked at him and smiled, before squeezing and massaging the diaper with his fingers, making everything slip around more. Finnick squirmed and shook, before being laid across Nick's shoulder. Suddenly, he felt a sequence of hard pats on his back and, before he knew what was happening, he belched.
Nick had just burped him.
"Windy baby," Judy commented, the door open. She let them in, before opening a room. Finnick cringed as they went inside.
A big crib, playpen, changing table and more, and walls painted with elephants.
It had to be elephants.
He hated it. But he couldn't do much about it, could he.
"Let's get you changed," Nick said softly, placing Finnick down on the floor. The fennec dropping to his knees, Nick held his arms up and guided him forwards towards the changing table, Judy already pulling some steps out. Finnick winced, even as he was pulled up, walking on his tippy toes. The stairs rose up in front of him, five huge knee-high steps with the last starting at his eye level and ending at the changing mat. He shivered thinking about how much messier things would have to get as he waddled up there.
He didn't have any choice though, and carefully climbed the steps, Nick keeping a hard grip on him. He wanted to bite the damn foxes face off, but he also wanted to get cleaned right now. So, he just closed his eyes and wished this to be over as he very awkwardly crawled up the onto the plastic changing mat, the filth rubbing back and forth. He felt numb as he was guided into position and flipped onto his back, paws being pulled behind him and locked into a set of stocks. A belt came over his waist too, locking him in.
"Judy dear," Nick said. "Can you get the items for later?"
The bunny nodded and raced off, while Nick stepped away. Looking forwards, Finnick cringed as he saw a table full of baby stuff in front of him. Nick leant down and pulled something out of a draw and moved back over. Looking at the fox, who towered over him, Finn couldn't see past the bumper and work out what he was holding, the item teasingly just out of view. Nick then lifted his arm slightly, revealing a plain dummy. He stuck it in Finn's mouth, but winced as it was spat out into his face.
"Finnick Faux" he scolded, his words carrying more power as he towered well over the fennec. "Even though we're not starting the pacifier counter until tomorrow, you've just earned yourself a serious punishment later on."
Finnick squirmed as a paw came down onto his diaper and pushed the still warm log into him, before powerfully massaging it down. The odd sensation made the still stuffed fox gag, and were his arms not bound behind him he'd be tearing the disgusting filth off. Instead, he just endured until it was over.
"Now, if you want to get clean, be a good baby and suck."
He begrudgingly did, the pacifier filling up his mouth. As he sucked it, the massaging effect coming through the mouthguards was slightly soothing. He didn't pay it much mind though, as a pair of big paws untaped him and pulled out the diaper. He winced at the stink, before flinching as Nick pulled his legs up and began to use the diaper to mop up bigger bits stuck to his fur. He than pulled out a spray bottle and shook it, squirting a liquid down into the mess. Finnick flinched from the coldness, as Nick worked on his front and then lifted up his legs, giving his underside a go too. All over, thick soap bubbles covered him, and the coolness was felt from his skin.
A sheet of toilet roll came next, and softly worked through the mix of water, soap, fur and gunk, both from above and below. He'd pinch areas and pull up, tugging the hairs and trying to pull of the crap as best he could. The little fox shivered a bit as Nick went around his sheath. Then came the cooler wet wipes, clearing more up in just the same way. He squirmed as one movement had it circling around his sheath, making him twitch slightly. Nick didn't mind though, instead putting all the soiled material in the diaper. He closed it up, bagged it, and leant down, binning it beneath the table.
Finnick just lay there, tugging at his restraints slightly as he tried to move. He could still feel the dampness from the cleaning, and the dirty sensation of clumped up fur that was still glued together by the unremovable mess that still remained.
He watched as Nick leant over him, and pulled out a thick and fluffy diaper from the shelf above. "Given what can get caught in your fur and lie against your skin, instead of being absorbed by your diaper, I should be powdering you," he noted, looking down. "But due to how you've been acting, I think you deserved the smell and humiliation, with none of the benefits. As for other stuff, forget it. If you get a rash, that's karma."
The little fox watched as white baby powder was sprinkled all over his chest and rubbed in, but none reached his bare diaper area.
"Legs up."
Finnick watched as his feet were grasped and pulled up. The diaper was much thicker and poofier, and folded into kinks and ridges as it went on, rather than a smooth padding. Still, it lifted his body off the ground uncomfortably, and spread his legs apart as it was taped closed. Paws went beneath him and tugged the tail strap closed, sealing him in.
Nick leant over him and untied him, grabbing him by the scruff and lifting him up, helpless.
"E… Eee… O…!" Finnick screamed, trying to kick and fuss but just hanging there.
Nick held him up and looked him in the eye. "You're been a very bad baby."
Finnick felt the urge to try and swear, but thought better of it.
"It's time for your punishment."
He watched as he was swung over and down into his crib, laid onto his front. At one end, a wooden panel had been lifted, and Finnick felt himself get pushed through, his ears roughly bashing against its top. Something came down, and trying to pull back the little fox found himself stuck, his arms and head held in place. He could just squirm, wiggling as he felt his legs get pulled back and tied in position.
He was spread out on the floor of his crib, bare and naked bar his diaper, and couldn't do anything about it.
He heard a door open behind him, and officer Hopps come in.
"What's that on there?" Judy asked.
"Just something to make sure this lesson sticks, given that Finny chose to try and say rude words to me."
"Hmmmm," Judy began. "Seems like he's been a very bad boy."
The Fennec tried to look around but couldn't, and a shiver went down him as he realised he had no idea what was going on. Looking forwards, Finnick saw Nick sit down on the rocking chair in front of him, still towering over, the small foxes eyes level with his lap. "I counted sixteen rude words, plus the most recent one," he commented.
Finnick gulped, and watched as the dummy that was somehow still in his mouth got pulled out. Looking down, he saw a dish of water and a bar of soap get placed out ready.
Nick leant forwards and lunged forwards, pulling out the fennec's tongue, Finnick struggling as he tried to pull it back in.
The scrubbing was quick and brutal, foaming up and making him gag. On it went, and on and on and on, until finally it was over.
Finnick spat out and coughed, his tongue tasting disgusting inside of him.
"One down," Nick said, "sixteen more to go."
Shivering with horror, Finnick tried to pull out but couldn't, instead watching as his tongue was pulled forwards and the process began again.
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"Final one kiddo."
His ears sagged horribly as the soap came up again. Pulling up the spikes and ridges on the top of his tongue, foaming about again in that disgusting way.
He felt himself gag and cough as, finally, it was over.
There was a pat on his head, and he coughed and spluttered at the miserable taste in his mouth. The rawness though made everything worse.
But it was over.
"Now for something you earned for spitting that dummy at me."
Oh no… he thought.
He watched as a glass bottle was brought out, and a yellow liquid poured from it and into a large feeding spoon. As the bottle was put away, Finnick caught what was written on it. Castor oil. He could smell the stink from here.
"Open wide," Nick began, smiling. "Here comes the aeroplane"
He made the buzzing noise as it came in, and suddenly felt his jaws get pried open by Judy. In the spoon went, and he gagged at the horrible taste. He squirmed and coughed and groaned at the hideous flavour in his mouth, but both his captors were now holding his jaw shut.
Through the attempts to throw it up, and get the terrible taste from his mouth, he managed to force down a swallow.
Only for it to come up again.
The taste was even worse, the mix of milky bile, sick, oil and soap on his tender tongue making him buckle and whimper.
He managed to get it down again, and this time keep it.
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There was the sound of the stocks unlocking, and he felt himself get hauled out. Over and onto Nick's lap. He managed to remember the spanking he was due, before the first short-sharp hit whipped him. "Fifty!" Nick began.
Another sudden slap, this time in a different place, though it kept the same buzz afterwards.
"Forty nine…"
And so it went on.
By the end, Finnick was whimpering and sniffing. It was all too much. Despite the padding given by his fur, his cheeks stung and throbbed, while his mouth drooled out saliva. The horrible mix of tastes and the rawness was still there. Shadowed out by the throbbing pain on his rear end, but still there.
He noticed himself get lifted up, and taken over to the doorway. He only realised what was going on when he felt the pull on his scruff and his already limited grasp on everything get worse.
He felt some things go on around him, but the only thing he remembered was the attempts to move his muscles. His legs and arms stood still despite his screams at them to move.
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Then he saw himself in the mirror.
It was huge, and right in front of him. He looked up meekly, and saw a pathetic little thing look back. Red eyes, covered in tears. Droopy ears. Horrible gunk all over his mouth and front. A massive baggy diaper, folded and ruffled up, with a set of straps over it to hold parts tight to his body.
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He needed to piss.
He really needed to piss.
He couldn't squirm or cross his legs or hold on, and like before the pain was getting worse.
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He held on…
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And on…
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He felt some movement, and clamped down some more.
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It moved again, but this time it was futile. A trickle going into his diaper's front, dampness spreading through his fur and a spot of warmth appear. But the dam then collapsed and out it came. He felt it trickle down his front, the warmth spreading, as the absorbent material couldn't keep up. More and more as he slowly emptied his bladder, and he looked forwards to see the fluffy diaper begin to get rounded and sag. Warmth and liquid now covered his entire front area, pooling within his fur before it was drawn away. A sticky dampness remained though, held within his fur and against his bruised cheeks. He sniffled and cried as it eventually stopped, the lingering feeling of the warm diaper and damp fur teasing him.
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However long later, he felt the urge build again.
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Eventually he caved in, and it went much the same way. More areas became warm, and a patch to his front now felt properly damp to the touch. The diaper maxed out.
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The third time he let out a big piss, huge areas were wet. All held up against his skin, it itched, yet he couldn't even move to scratch it. The straps did their best job on the seat of the diaper, holding the soaked item against his raw buns, so much so that they began to sting.
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There was the sound of the door opening, and he spotted Judy enter. She unclipped him, and carried him over to the rocking chair. Sitting down, he couldn't care about fighting back, instead just putting up with it. The way her leg rocked up and down, something he could swear was squeezing his piss out of the diaper and rubbing it onto him. The bottles came, three formula and two water, like before. His stomach ached, and he felt sick.
He needed to piss again though, and his anger spurned. This time he let it out, hoping it would leak on the damn bunny. Hoping it would humiliate her further.
In its final act, the diaper denied him this. It was sodden. Warm. Horrible.
But it didn't leak.
"Aaaaw," Judy cooed. "Did you just use your diapee again. That's a very full diapee, isn't it?"
He felt the no walk boots come off, and he was placed onto the ground, Hopps going over to the table. "Up Up!"
He felt his still mittenned-up fists clench, but his rear end was still raw and he still had a bad taste in his mouth. He walked forwards, and then up the steps. Clambering up and feeling the wetness rub against him, his butt still stinging.
It stung some more as he was laid down, no restraints going on. While Nick towered over him, Judy was shorter but still domineering. She rested both elbows on the table, which was at the perfect height to do so, before moving to take the diaper off. Cool air cleared some of the mugginess, and he looked on to see what happened next.
His eyes widened as both arms dove under him and picked him up tight, before he was moved over to the crib. Panic setting in, he began to buckle, but he was in the stocks before he could break free. His legs were restrained and the door opened, Nick coming in. He set himself in front of the fennec like before, with a sad look on his face and a familiar soapy bucket in paw.
It was then that Finnick remembered something terrifying that the vixen nurse had said. "Finally, standard misbehaviour gets you punished at that time," she said, "but between dinner and bed, your foster parent must look back at how good you're been and punish you again for all of it, together. All your disciplining punishments from the day repeated before bed, and those ones won't be made taking this into account!""
"Round two, little Finny," Nick began, as he got the soap out.
This time, Finnick did cry like a baby.
He really did.